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	Well then... that was just peachy.

	A young man with his hood up was strolling by the VIP lounge, slowly twisting and turning his head as he set his walking stick down. The dry leaves underneath cracked as it came down, looking over at other party goers who had been delayed into the so called "VIP Lounge." Seriously, what was the point of this if you were just gonna alienate most of your peers? Like hell if Derick knew as he grumbled and sighed, leaning against the wall, going over the events in his head.

	Kim and Jordan manage to drag his ass out of his room (a feat he was still trying to wrap his head around), they drive all the way out here, get denied access because of Haden or Fagen... heck, he didn't know, muscle dude deciding who is cool and who isn't... while not participating in the party as well...

	[color=aba000]"The hypocrisy is jus' real friggin' think, ain't it,"[/color] Derick sighed as he slumped down, taking a break from finding both his friends. Laying his stick against the side of the building, he observed other people walking around, some chatting about how bullshit this whole thing was, or hearing jealous remarks and machinations amongst the people resting outside.

	Derick just lost the reasoning for why those two really wanted to get in... hell, he even pointed out how stupid it was to have an invitation go out to the whole college, yet deny letting over half of them do what they came here to do. Shit was like paying to eat at a restaurant, but get forcibly removed for a petty reason that doesn't make sense and without any refund.

	Groaning as he thought, Derick closed his eyes and pressed a hand against the lids, massaging them as he began trying to think of where the duo might of gone... the car wasn't an option since he had the keys... so where were they?

	Derick gulped in a breath of fresh air and sighed, grunting and groaning as he pushed himself up from the earthen ground and grasped at his walking stick, not bothering to warrant the attention of randies and people he didn't care to know.

	Looking around, he began walking once more, albeit at a much slower and unhurried pace. Making his way around the back, he saw some other college kids doing... something, trying to break into the "VIP Lounge" from the back from what he assumed. None of em' looked like the two who involuntarily ditched him, so he just pressed on... before feeling a bit of a chilly breeze pass on by. The wind managed to blow over his hood, revealing his messy red hair that he didn't even bother combing before arriving.

	Shivering a little, he brushed part of his hair down as he continued around the side... but not before hearing two very familiar voices trying their damndest to be inconspicuous... and while he could barely tell what they were saying, they seemed to be even more anxious than usual.

	[color=aba000]"There you two are,"[/color] he murmured as he poked his head around the side... only to see Jordan looking up at some chick he... he thought he recognized. Hm. The crunching of the autumn leaves and the grass were the only sounds made as he slowly approached, listening to... whatever Jordan was saying, purse?

	Yeah, no, that was bs, and he knew it straight and clear. As he looked up at the girl peering from the window, he almost missed catching a glimpse of someone down from the top of the roof... so that was their game then?

	[color=aba000]"Y'know, if you're going t'drag my ass out here, the least you can do is not ditch me,"[/color] Derick spoke up nonchalantly as he approached the party of two (three). Shoving one hand into his pocket as he eyed the two.

	[color=aba000]"So Jordan, what's this about some joke and a purse,"[/color] he tilted his head quizzically as he questioned the girl, not bothering to acknowledge the other chick peering out the window.